Living on a Prayer, BtVS/SPN, part 69/?
Living on a Prayer
nwhepcat
Supernatural/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Sam and Dean Winchester, Castiel, Faith Lehane
Follow up to
Like the White-Winged Dove and Waiting for the end of the World. Also, Vessel becomes relevant.
Faith has a slayer dream which sends her on a reluctant journey to her old territory, on a quest to save a new ally.
Spoilers through SPN 4.10 "Heaven and Hell," incorporates world-building details revealed since.
Previous parts are here.
She's on the surface of the moon with Castiel. The astronaut hovers above them in his space suit and helmet, but Faith and Castiel are in their regular clothes. She knows somehow that as long as she holds onto his hand, she can breathe in the airless vastness around them, just as he does.
"You've been here before?" she asks.
"Many times." Castiel looks around them. "It used to be a lot nicer, before it got so touristy."
She sees what he means; there's discarded NASA junk all around them. Even golf balls. "People are such slobs."
"A few of them have something to recommend them," Castiel says, stroking her cheek with his free hand.
"Castiel --"
"It's the moon," he says. "What happens on the moon stays on the moon."
"So ... no open container laws either?"
He lays a finger across her lips to shush her, then follows the touch with a kiss. All the feelings she's been suppressing for -- what? weeks? years? ever since she was a little girl staring at that angel during Sunday mass? -- come zinging through her. Normally this is the point where she'd become the aggressor, greedily offering and demanding. But Faith holds herself back, opening herself to the kiss but letting Castiel take the lead.
Something like music seems to fill her body and her head, though she hears nothing but their breath. It's dizzying, but somehow doesn't make her feel weaker. She feels her power unfold, like the day she first came into her slayer strength, only intensified.
Faith slides her free hand up to his shoulder, her fingers encountering something like a cloak folded over it. But the cloak is made of feather and living muscle, she realizes. She pulls back from the kiss to see his wings, but in that same heartbeat, Castiel gasps and looks down to see a huge red stain spreading across his chest. One of his wings has been torn away, and it lies in the impression of a snow angel, just behind the spot where Castiel falls to his knees.
The wing is not made of feathers, but purple and crimson stained glass.
Castiel tightens his grip on her hand, yet at the same time his grasp slips. Faith can see it happening but can't stop it.
"Brother --" he rasps. His hand slips away from hers, and Faith's lungs are seared by the lack of atmosphere, and her vision begins to fade to black.
nwhepcat
Supernatural/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Sam and Dean Winchester, Castiel, Faith Lehane
Follow up to
Like the White-Winged Dove and Waiting for the end of the World. Also, Vessel becomes relevant.
Faith has a slayer dream which sends her on a reluctant journey to her old territory, on a quest to save a new ally.
Spoilers through SPN 4.10 "Heaven and Hell," incorporates world-building details revealed since.
Previous parts are here.
She's on the surface of the moon with Castiel. The astronaut hovers above them in his space suit and helmet, but Faith and Castiel are in their regular clothes. She knows somehow that as long as she holds onto his hand, she can breathe in the airless vastness around them, just as he does.
"You've been here before?" she asks.
"Many times." Castiel looks around them. "It used to be a lot nicer, before it got so touristy."
She sees what he means; there's discarded NASA junk all around them. Even golf balls. "People are such slobs."
"A few of them have something to recommend them," Castiel says, stroking her cheek with his free hand.
"Castiel --"
"It's the moon," he says. "What happens on the moon stays on the moon."
"So ... no open container laws either?"
He lays a finger across her lips to shush her, then follows the touch with a kiss. All the feelings she's been suppressing for -- what? weeks? years? ever since she was a little girl staring at that angel during Sunday mass? -- come zinging through her. Normally this is the point where she'd become the aggressor, greedily offering and demanding. But Faith holds herself back, opening herself to the kiss but letting Castiel take the lead.
Something like music seems to fill her body and her head, though she hears nothing but their breath. It's dizzying, but somehow doesn't make her feel weaker. She feels her power unfold, like the day she first came into her slayer strength, only intensified.
Faith slides her free hand up to his shoulder, her fingers encountering something like a cloak folded over it. But the cloak is made of feather and living muscle, she realizes. She pulls back from the kiss to see his wings, but in that same heartbeat, Castiel gasps and looks down to see a huge red stain spreading across his chest. One of his wings has been torn away, and it lies in the impression of a snow angel, just behind the spot where Castiel falls to his knees.
The wing is not made of feathers, but purple and crimson stained glass.
Castiel tightens his grip on her hand, yet at the same time his grasp slips. Faith can see it happening but can't stop it.
"Brother --" he rasps. His hand slips away from hers, and Faith's lungs are seared by the lack of atmosphere, and her vision begins to fade to black.